Polska dziewczyna w Gotham
9 parts Ongoing After hearing the school bell, Teresa hurriedly packed her things into her backpack and headed for the cafeteria. Within the walls of Gotham Academy, she felt like a child in a parrot house. Uncertain and aware of the numerous gazes staring at her from every direction. Her wandering gaze fell on a pair of deep emerald eyes that were carefully following her through the crowd. The old-haired boy seemed oddly familiar. Suddenly, a flash of insight hit her like a truck. "Holy shit!" she squealed. "I'm screwed!" Damian narrowed his eyes, a glint of menace flashing in them. "We meet again," he seemed to say, silently heading toward the cafeteria.